The Wise Oak Tree

The boy sat under his favorite wide oak

on a summer day full of August sunshine.

As he leaned against the firm, solid trunk

that had always been there for him, he sighed.

” I love summer. It’s everything I want, nothing I don’t.

The hot sunny days, the warm sand in my toes,

the shady leaves, and sweet summer treats.

I hope nothing ever changes. I am happy here.”

“Ah, but change is coming” whispered the wise oak.

Startled, the boy began to rise, but sunk back to his spot.

“No way. I like things just the way they are.”

The wise oak responded “I never said you didn’t.

But the truth of the matter is change is inevitable.

Autumn must come. Fight it or embrace it, that is your choice.”

The boy argued. ” I won’t give up my comforts.

I love my warm days and sweet ice cream.

I love beach days and shady trees.

You are all I need. Let’s stay just as we are.”

“But young man, I cannot,” The wise oak said firm.

” I must change. Autumn will happen.

As I grow older, I must move forward.

While you may enjoy my shady leaves now,

they will soon be changing color.

Of course, you’re welcome to stay

right where you are, but you will be buried in

decaying memories of the past.

I’d rather look forward to the vibrant colors

I will produce soon and I invite you to

embrace them with me.

We can be beautiful together

or you can live in ignorance in denial,

but either way change is coming.

Will you be coming too?”

The Worst Part

Sometimes the worst part about being depressed

isn’t not having the energy to get out of bed for two days

or realizing you haven’t eatten a real meal in 3

or resorting to bad habits and addictions

or considering unhealthy habits that will only hurt you

or finding a dozen more reasons to hate yourself.

Sometimes. it’s wanting to tell the person you trust most

and not being able to for fear of being ignored again.


How does on miss something they’ve never had?

How can it cause such pain and a heart so sad?

Can you yearn for a heart you’ve never known?

Can you be buried in feeling not shown?

Do you overthink every lost chance?

Do you regret not choosing to dance?

Why must we crave the things forbidden?

Wy must the grief leave us here bedridden?

Good Wine

They say that a good wine

improves in taste the longer

you keep it in the bottle.

That means years and years

of leaving it in your cellar

just anticipating the way

those sweet grapes will taste

the second they hit your tongue.

I wonder if people are more like

good wines than they know.

I, for one, would be a champagne

bursting with overwhelming bubbles

when you finally take the cork out

but I’ll be worth every drop.